Memo To Loud Corvette Driver
Maybe you're insecure about your masculinity, or maybe you're having a mid-life crisis. I don't care. I also don't care that you own a Corvette. I'm certainly not jealous of you.
But, if you must drive down my street with the top down, and your music blaring, don't you think you ought to have something a little better than this in the CD player?
I mean, that was all well and good in the late 1980's, but really, with the obvious, "Hey look at me!" factor of the Corvette, shouldn't you be subjecting us to something from the Bush Jnr era, rather than Bush Snr?
Posted by Max at July 26, 2003 04:11 PM | Trackbacksting makes my ass twitch.
Posted by: melanie on July 26, 2003 05:45 PMNow THAT I wouldn't mind seeing! ;-)
Posted by: Max on July 27, 2003 12:56 AMGood old String eh, he's never been the same since Synchronicity has he? You should count yourself lucky I say, because the guys in the hot cars round here pump out either the most imbecilic rap, R&B so bland it makes eating raw flour seem exciting, or what they jokingly refer to as "Trance" (which is basically just like the original Trance we know and love, except that every element that was intelligent, exciting and un-cliched has now been removed). Come back Sting, I can't stand losing you...
Posted by: John in Brizzle on July 27, 2003 02:49 PMmax, the ass twitching is definitely not a positive thing. but we'll see what we can work out...
tonight i saw a guy in a convertible, top down, blasting mariah carey. and because my stereo was stolen, i was forced to listen to it, too.
Posted by: melanie on July 28, 2003 08:03 PM